My Recovery Plan pt. 2

I am not one to be satisfied with a single course of action when a problem can be attacked from multiple angles at once. I showed off the first part of my recovery plan in a previous post, but that's not the only thing I'll be doing to nurse myself back to health. Another key component to my recovery is a small, black and brown fuzzball that we affectionately refer to as Riley. He is a ridiculous little dog with more personality and attitude than he knows what to do with.

During my last recovery he would spend his mornings sitting next to me, always careful to stay away from my chest, before our afternoon walks. In the early stages of my recovery I'm not really sure if I was taking him for a walk or if he was taking me. He would walk out in front and then turn around and watch my slow steps as if he was making sure I was OK. He was incredibly sensitive to my condition. He never tried to jump on me and stayed calm in my company for hours at a time. He would run and bark and play with everyone else in the family, but he knew that he couldn't act that way around me.

I look forward to our lazy afternoons on the couch that are coming up in the next couple of weeks and our walks to the end of the block and back. For a spoiled little fuzzball he's not so bad to have around for company and support.